Luyện nghe bài hát Candy Paint & Gold Teeth

I'm from the south, Hospitality
Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners,
I'm from the south where the old they don't mind they business
Strip clubs is our culture we some heavy

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Candy Paint and Gold
Candy Paint and Teeth

I'm in on 85, at Annlers' eatin' some Soul Food
Clayton County attitude let me if you down too
all night with my people
And if yo' ass go hungry man them old they gon' feed you
I bring drama like Sammy Sam, I'm so fly
Twista, Do or Die
Car no suit and tie
boy like Willie D
Cartier wood grains I'm Pimp C, I hold the flame like Bun B
I from the South that's Ludacris that country shit
Fish and grits, full of bits, wet paint, big rims
You can't help, but done notice it, put the beat in it, dark
I'm it wit' my bad bitch, she sick ass shit not average
Country hair with manners, yellin' Riverdale where we at

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Candy Paint and Gold
Candy Paint and Teeth

Man I'm sittin' low in my old school, and my is on, and I'm so cool
And my top is dropped, so there's no and I'm shinin' hard as my gold tooth
I'm as hell, and I'm heavy set, pray to the Lord, but don't get it bent
I'm from the hood, and I represent, and I it up like the deficit
I'm from Texas bitch, Cadillac no bitch
Where we ride on fours, with suicide doors part no plexis bitch
So you best not us bitch, cause we will get reckless bitch
Catch you on yo' block wit' that big Glock take more than yo' necklace bitch
Tell me who gon' check us, bitch, we outside, down for the hood nigga we gon'
My gladiators, yeah go live wit' them AR's and them 4 5s
So yo' step, and know yo' place, you ain't trill don't show yo' face
Cause I'll pull and pop, and I'll catch a case, and leave the scene wit' no trace

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Candy Paint and Teeth
Paint and Gold Teeth

Luda!
Fresh out the shop and the candy coated stacked on amazin' wheels
look like I hollered at the Reese's peanut butter company and made a deal
Trucks shakin' like jelly these honeys to check the spread
Cause I get that cheese, and I sandwich myself the bread
So keep yo' on yo' riches, and get yo' hoes right
Cause in streets you not safe unless yo' codes right
This southern living is something you ain't never seen
Ask any hustler his favorite color is green
Blacked out white wall spinnin'
Lookin' for the ham neck bone, collard green, cornbread eatin' women
We some ass certified gangstas in the south
When you speak about who's hottest yo' motherfucking mouth

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Candy and Gold Teeth
Candy and Gold Teeth